“tro con mi novia” is pure elegance: a graceful Asian woman in a kimono that falls open like petals. Delicate fingers part soft folds in “tro con mi novia”, showing how wet silk has made her. The gentle rhythm she sets in “tro con mi novia” gradually becomes urgent—small breathy cries turning to desperate whimpers. When the final wave crashes in “tro con mi novia”, her composure shatters beautifully, leaving only trembling satisfaction.